to the old you, from the old me

Hi, my name is Eden or Eddie. I'm an adult queer dumbass and my pronouns are she/they. I'm underburningstars on ao3 and instagram and these are my fics:

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 (ongoing) (moonseeker, e rated)

Remus' life has always been simple. He has good grades, friends he loves to death, a boy he's smitten with, a less than simple relationship with his father. Nothing was out of ordinary, just like every other high schooler.

But a school field trip changes that forever.

𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 (ongoing) (jegulus, e rated)

The world ends on a Monday morning. Because of course, it does. Every terrible thing that has ever happened to him has always been on Monday.

or, the marauders in a post-apocalyptic world

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 (jegulus, e rated)

James Potter has an oral fixation.

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 (moonseeker, m rated)

It's not like Regulus wants to die, he doesn't. He may look depressed but he's not (he is) and neither is he suicidal (debatable). So no, Regulus doesn't want to die in an ugly cave. But he knows that it's inevitable. He can feel it on his skin, something in the back of his mind is telling him that the moment he steps into that cave, there's no getting out.

Or, Regulus goes Horcrux hunting and finds an unexpected partner.

𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 (jegulus, g rated)

James waits until he hears all his friend's breathing even out to take out the invisibility cloak and leaves the room. He doesn't bother taking the map because he already knows the way to his destination by heart. His heart knows where it belongs.

𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 (jegulus, e rated)

Regulus got kidnapped.

Again.

At least, it's not the worst one so far.

Actually, it might be the best.

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 (jegulus, e rated)

He always knew that his parents would arrange his marriage with someone they deemed worthy.

What he didn't know was this marriage could have place for love too.

𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 (jegulus, e rated)

Regulus Black hates his life.

No, he’s not being dramatic. He absolutely abhors every second of his life. If he could, he would trade it for reading his favourite books for the very first time. He would read the books and die peacefully. Just thinking about it fills him with heavenly bliss. But unfortunately, he can’t do that. So he’s stuck living his stupid life where he has to go to another matchmaking ball. Again.

𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐦 (𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝

𝐣𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐮

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐏

𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐏 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐏𝐅𝐂 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬

𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐏 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 (𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍)

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧', 𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐅𝐀𝐐

-- Are making fanarts or podfics okay?

Totally!

-- What about translations?

Oh yeah, as long as it's on ao3 and I'm being credited

-- Can I post your work on any other platform?

Nope!

-- When are you gonna post?

I had planned the story beforehand for blood in coffee and drift and made it fit the prompts but for the rest of them I came up with the plot after seeing the prompts. The Halloween one was completely spontaneous. I changed the initial plot halfway.

(tw: panic attack, gore, suggestive themes, mentioned death, past attempted murder, past arson, descriptions of plague, body horror, hyperventilation, emotional manipulation, dubious consent, horror, past mass murder, human sacrifice)

(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31)

for @jegulus-microfic prompt halloween, wc 517, mention of past murder, human sacrifice

Regulus frowns, “About what?”

James’ face fills with such condescending pity that Regulus wants to punch his jaw broken, “Oh love, this mansion is simply a trap. To lure the guileless humans in. They are sacrifices, you see. To keep the magic satisfied. The virus was made by the three of us. And you already know we achieved immortality with a mix of science and black magic. But you see Regulus, magic doesn’t do anything for free. In exchange for immortality, we have to give it human blood and flesh every Halloween.”

James says it so easily. Like it doesn’t matter at all. All the people they’ve been sacrificing for something as ridiculous as an eternal life doesn’t matter at all. 

“That’s why we had spread the disease. We had to sacrifice quite a lot to activate the magic, but we now just need to sacrifice a few humans every year to keep the magic satisfied and the portal functional.”

“What portal?”

James looks so fucking excited to be talking about this. That psychopath. “This is where science comes in. When we found the book about the magical procedure, we thought it was needlessly complicated and difficult. It was just such a hassle,” James makes an annoyed face and Regulus can’t believe this guy. Sirius is right – he has the worst taste in men. “We modified the spells easily. And that’s how,” In the blink of an eye they are in the library in front of the portrait over the mantle. “We turned the picture into a portal. The magic didn’t just make us immortal, it opened a whole new world for us to exercise our true powers. The world on the other side is almost a mirror version of this one. The only difference is that we’re the ones ruling that world.”

So that’s why their figures are so grotesque in the portrait. That’s their mortal soul that they gave up. 

“That’s the choice I’m giving you, Regulus. Come with me to the other side.”

“Why? So that you can sacrifice me too?”

James actually has the audacity to look hurt by his words. What the fuck. 

“I would never do that to you. A few people came to this place just before you three. We already used them. I just–we were actually going to let you go, you know?”

“Oh I should be so fucking grateful, shouldn’t I?!” He snaps.

“Regulus, I–I really do like you and I know you like me too. And you’ll like it in that world. I’ll make you happy.”

“You’re crazy–”

“Moreover,” James talks over him. “Your brother and friend are already inside.” 

Regulus’ blood runs cold. “What the hell did you do?” 

“I didn’t do anything. Nobody did. My friends were simply quicker to try to convince them to go with them. I’m the idiot who fucked around too long and gave you the time to figure everything out,” James shrugs. “So? What’s your choice?”

Regulus chuckles humourlessly, “Stop pretending I have one,” He swallows harshly and takes a deep breath. “What’re you waiting for? Let’s go.”

(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31)

for @jegulus-microfic prompt frighten, wc 337, mention of past mass murder

“It wasn’t that hard,” Regulus knows he shouldn’t provoke James but he’s so fucking pissed off that he doesn’t give a shit anymore. “You practically laid it all out for me.”

James laughs, “You have no idea how much I love your feisty nature.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Regulus spits. “You created a disease with no cure. You caused a plague. You killed all these people. For what? Immortality? You absolute monster. And you don’t feel an ounce of remorse.”

James rolls his eyes, “The town folks were a necessary sacrifice,” He says dismissively. “Me, Remus and Evan were aiming for greatness no other human could even imagine – a mix of magic and science. The deaths of a few worthless people mean nothing. In the face of our superior power, they mean nothing.”

“Oh?” Regulus mocks him with a raised eyebrow. “Then did your parents’ deaths mean nothing too?”

Regulus knows he hit a nerve when he sees James’ jaw clench. “They didn’t understand,” James snaps and stands up with such force that the chair falls back on the floor. Regulus should be scared, but he’s so tired of being frightened all the time. “They opposed my goals. Told me to stop. I didn’t want to kill them. I loved them. But they didn’t see my vision and didn’t want immortality. So I had no other option but to let them get infected too.”

“You’re a monster.”

“I’m a God! I’m greater than any other human. I’m better than them all,” Then James’ face softens. “Regulus, come with me. Join me in this. You’re special. You’re smart and beautiful and perfect. You’re absolutely brilliant.”

Regulus wants to laugh, “You crazy bastard, go where with you? I’m stuck here as long as you want to keep me here. What’s with giving me a choice all of a sudden?”

(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31)

for @jegulus-microfic prompt blood, wc 214, gore, horror

Regulus runs until the echo of James’ footsteps isn’t following him anymore. He knows better than to think he has lost James but at least a monster isn’t breathing down his neck now. He sees another door in front of him and slams it open. 

That’s his first mistake.

The room is red. There is nothing but red in the room. Blood is dripping from the curtains and the bedsheets, there is blood pooling on the floor, the rug is soaked with blood and the room reeks of rotten blood. Regulus covers his mouth with his hand and gags. But the sight of the blood or the smell isn’t the worst thing in the room. 

It James. Sitting in the centre of the room on a throne-like chair James has his elbow on an armrest and is leaning his head on his fist. He has the same warm smile on his face that made Regulus fall for him. His eyes are adoring and his expression is open and gentle. 

Nothing about him is monstrous. But Regulus knows better. James’ looks are deceiving and he has already been the victim of it once. He’s not going to let his guard down again. 

(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31)

for @jegulus-microfic prompt prank, wc 249

Regulus doesn’t have any more time. He can’t wait around any longer. He needs to get out of this place right now. No matter how much he wishes that it’s some sort of elaborate prank, it’s not. If he doesn’t even manage to escape this wing of the mansion then how the hell will he ever find Sirius and Barty? 

He tiptoes out of bed and quickly puts his clothes on. He checks on James and sees him sound asleep. Regulus doesn’t know if James is actually sleeping or simply pretending to, but he can’t find it in himself to care. He opens the door and soundlessly leaves the room. As soon as he closes the door, he fucking sprints.

Regulus has no goddamn idea where he is going, but he needs to get as far from James as he can. He takes a thousand detours to avoid the bedroom. He opens every single door not caring about the voices he hears from inside because guess what? There is fucking nothing inside those rooms. No hallucinations, no ghosts. Nothing. 

He doesn’t even come across any ghosts as he runs along the hallways. The ghosts aren’t probably real anyway. Just another twisted play of James. Every single thing in this house, every single death, even James' own so-called ‘tragedy’ is a byproduct of his and his friends’ selfishness. 

(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31)

for @jegulus-microfic prompt spooky, wc 202, implied nsfw, dubious consent

Regulus can’t sleep. His whole body is tense. He curls into himself and squeezes his eyes close. He can’t believe it happened. He’s so disgusted with himself. Because he let his happen. Because he liked it. He let James touch him in such an intimate way and liked every second of it. He shouldn’t have. 

James is a monster. He’s keeping him captive here. He has killed so many innocent people and he can kill Regulus anytime he wants. He shouldn’t have liked the way James’ lips felt against his own, the way his fingers glided across his skin, the way it felt to be in his embrace. 

He should have pushed James away, not melted into him. 

He can still feel James’ warmth against him, his breathy voice whispering sweet nothings into his ear. The teeth, the tongue, the marks sucked on his skin, he can still feel everything. 

He hates it.

(He craves it.)

(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31)

for @jegulus-microfic prompt bad luck, wc 201

Regulus' luck is running out. Correction: Regulus' good luck is running out. His bad luck has decided to make home over his head.

And Regulus is so fucking tired of this shit. James, that son of a bitch, is still acting like there's nothing wrong and is forcing Regulus to play his shitty game.

He's fairly certain James isn't going to kill him. Not yet, at least. Regulus has the inkling that he wants him to figure out his motive. How he became a monster and turned the mansion into a huge Venus Flytrap?

But how the hell is he supposed to figure the whole thing out if the only rooms he can enter are the ones James allows him to. Then also, he is always standing right behind Regulus and not letting him snoop.

Up until now, Regulus is thinking that maybe it's because the townsfolk tried to kill them. James did this out of anger and grief, but that doesn't quite feel right to Regulus. Then why fill the place with ghosts? Why play mind games?

(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31)

for @jegulus-microfic prompt mask, wc 100

The mask James has carefully curated over himself is falling apart. James is a monster and Regulus can clearly see his monstrosity now. And James isn't even trying to hide it anymore. It's like he knows that there is nothing Regulus can do about whatever is happening around him. There is no way for Regulus to escape him. Especially when Sirius and Barty are still here somewhere in the mansion.